Mary, an office worker - Company policy

I still felt a bit puzzled by the new company policy as Mark slid his hard cock into my warm, wet pussy from behind. I tried to keep working, but concentrating on paperwork with a thick cock thrusting in and out of my cunt became quite a challenge. Thomas, that big fat jerk, walked by and peeked inside our office, eyeing me getting pounded. I wanted to glare daggers at him for his intrusion, but I couldn't really do much from my current position. That bastard would probably wait for Mark to finish and get his turn next. He seemed to enjoy dipping his tiny cock in his coworker's jizz. He said it made my pussy feel sloppier and wetter. God! Such a pervert.

Luckily for me, Mark finished quickly, exploding his hot load inside my womb before pulling out and returning to his desk without a word. I cleaned up quickly, hoping to avoid Thomas' slimy advances, but it was too late. He was already waiting outside, hands cupped over his bulging crotch. "Hey, Mary!" He exclaimed with a wink.

I sighed deeply and invited him in, knowing there would be no escaping without a fucking. The rules were the rules.

Thomas grabbed me and kissed me sloppily before flipping me around and bending me over my desk. My tight pink asshole stuck out like a prize waiting to be claimed. Thomas groped my big bouncy breasts as he rubbed his hard cock in between my thick ass cheeks, giggling like a pig in ecstasy. "It's so funny how you girls are so oblivious to what we did to you... God!" He grunted as he slid his throbbing cock inside me, a few drops of Mark's cum leaking out and landing on the carpeted floor. "Hmm?" I inquired curiously. "You mean the policy? I'm well aware of it, unfortunately."

"Right..." Thomas continued with a grunt, slowly pumping away at my sloppy pussy.

I frowned. He seemed to be implying I was missing something bigger. "Explain what you mean." I said curtly. Thomas snickered as he picked up the pace, fucking me harder as his heavy balls slapped loudly against my engorged clit.

"Well..." He mumbled, struggling to form a sentence as pleasure took over his senses. "It all feels normal to you, right?" He grunted as he slapped my ass hard, filling the office with the sound of stinging flesh. "A policy allowing men to fuck the pretty women in the office, however they want, whenever they want."

I moaned in agreement. It was a bit unorthodox, but it made sense in a twisted sort of way. Sex was a natural and a fun way to relieve stress and bond with co-workers, so why not have open policies for sexual relations at work? Besides, we were all adults... mostly. Thomas didn't seem adult-like at all. More like a sloppy teenager fucking any wet hole he could get his cock near. "Yeah... so?" I replied with a hiss of pleasure. Thomas was ramming me good now, and my sore cunt began to ache from Mark's brutal fucking only minutes before. I bit my lip and moaned, bracing myself against the edge of my desk as Thomas grunted and whimpered behind me, humping wildly like an animal in heat.

Thomas slapped my ass again and chuckled. "That's the thing, baby..." He murmured between thrusts. "You're programmed to find it normal. It's all an illusion."

I furrowed my brow in confusion. His words didn't seem to make sense. "Programmed? What do you mean?" I whined as Thomas squeezed my ass roughly, digging his fingers deep into my pale cheeks.

"Programmed. Like brainwashed!" He explained through gasps of pleasure, his hips bucking fast and wildly against my soft flesh. "And the funny thing is... even if I tell you... you'll probably still be clueless!" Thomas let out a long high-pitched giggle as he filled me with his hot jizz, pumping his sloppy cock inside my pussy a few final times before slowly pulling out, coating my ass and thighs with thick drooling semen.

I scowled as he walked off giggling like a hyena, leaving me sticky, sore, and completely confused by his babbling words. Brainwashed? Nonsense! I felt perfectly fine, other than my aching holes, of course. I shook my head and grabbed a towel from my desk drawer, cleaning myself up and returning to work before Thomas got any ideas to return for round two.